Six Poets, Six Questions: Mary Jo Bang in Conversation
Mary Jo Bang, Mark Bibbins, and Brenda Shaughnessy presented a panel titled "The Anxiety of Audience: Who We Write For, Real & Imagined" at the sixth annual Poets Forum in New York City, October 18-20, 2012.
Poets.org: How do you know when you've finished writing a poem?
Mary Jo Bang: For me, the poem is finished when I feel the gestures it makes to the thoughts that went through my mind as I wrote it are sufficient, and when the sound patterning of the language I've used for those gestures satisfies me. Form also does some poetic work, so as I write I keep taking the measure of what the form is doing. That includes the appearance of the poem on the page. This can sometimes take a very long time.
I suppose you could say that I decide the poem is finished when I resign myself to the limits of what can be done with language, sound, and form. I don't pretend it's possible to find an exact equivalence between the poem and my mind, because language is never identical to thought; it's merely language.
There's an element of play involved in manipulating this tangential relationship between language and thought. All elements of poetry are play to me and I'm sure part of the sense of resignation comes from the fact that I can tire of these obsessive games I set up for myself. When I reach that point, I abandon the game and invent a new one.
Poets.org: What word are you proud of sneaking into a poem? What word would you never put in a poem?
Bang: I wanted to put a culturally taboo word in a poem but my friend Timothy Donnelly said I couldn't. It was a persona poem in which I was going to have Cleopatra use the word to say that's how people thought of her. I thought that might be an acceptable usage, but I now see that I'll never put that word in a poem. I don't think I've sneaked any words into a poem, although you might say I snuck the word "table" into this sentence: "I thought that might be an acceptable usage, but I now see that I'll never put that word in a poem." But I don't think that's what you meant.
Poets.org: What do you see as the role of the poet in today's culture?
Bang: Today, as in any era, there are myriad roles for poets: semiotician, elegist, eulogist, gamer, white noise machine, musician, Sapphist, theorist, father figure, bird watcher, a video projection of a moving mouth—all trapped behind the glass of Wittgenstein's fly-bottle.
Poets.org: Which poet's work do you continually go back to?
Bang: Hopkins. Beckett. Early Eliot. Joyce. Freud. Stein. Sometimes Thomas Hardy's "The Voice" insists itself into my work. As does Byron's "So, we'll go no more a-roving." I don't know why. Also Cummings's "Buffalo Bill's defunct"—that last line, "and what i want to know is // how do you like your blueeyed boy / Mister Death," is so crazily confrontational. Or so confrontationally crazy.
Berryman's 77 Dream Songs. Plath. Rimbaud. Dickinson. Breton. Barthes. Some of these I don't so much "go back to" as have in my mind so well that, whether or not I want them to be, they are part of my mind. And some of them aren't poets in the traditional sense, but I think of them as poets.
Poets.org: Are you on Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr? How does that fit into your writing life, if at all?
Bang: I'm on Facebook. I go there occasionally, and when I do, I see my friends' children mugging for the camera, or read reviews of my friends' books, or read their poems, or listen to the music they suggest I listen to, or read the articles they suggest I read, or read the poetry controversies they're embroiled in. It's a little like standing next to them in a room while they are talking to other people. Of course, there are a lot of strangers in the room, which cuts down on any sense of intimacy. But then, there are strangers everywhere.
Poets.org: What are you reading right now?
Bang: I just finished The Death of Sigmund Freud: The Legacy of His Last Days by Mark Edmundson. The book looks at how Freud grappled with what he perceived of as a love of authority, as viewed through the lens of Hitler's rise to power. I'm now reading Sylvia by Leonard Michaels.